[Luckily for Jaskier, the last thing he ever expects from anyone he knows is an apology. Certainly not from Geralt's ilk. Gods, he's pretty sure he's only ever heard him apologize once. And it wasn't even necessary at that point.
Jaskier sighs dramatically before he takes his final sip of wine. It truly is not enough for two, let alone three.
Perhaps he hoped for too much. Of course there's so much terrible shit still surrounding them, but he was hoping for a night where it wouldn't affect them all so much.]
Fine. Whatever you'd like. [He's too tired to be normal Jaskier anymore. Two people is far too much to hold up sometimes. He stands up, knees popping, and stretches with a yawn. His steps, for now, are still a bit steady.] I'm going to get more wine.
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Jaskier sighs dramatically before he takes his final sip of wine. It truly is not enough for two, let alone three.
Perhaps he hoped for too much. Of course there's so much terrible shit still surrounding them, but he was hoping for a night where it wouldn't affect them all so much.]
Fine. Whatever you'd like. [He's too tired to be normal Jaskier anymore. Two people is far too much to hold up sometimes. He stands up, knees popping, and stretches with a yawn. His steps, for now, are still a bit steady.] I'm going to get more wine.